Near the waterfalls constructed
Of blueprint fallen tears
The years have carried them back
To the footprint of the not forgotten...
The flags, folded, and held to chests
Which house the broken beating hearts
Of all those striped by senseless loss
Their faces wear their pain
The silence shouts the names, once more,
From the highest point of our resilience
Beyond the brush of clouds, nearest to heaven
The thousands of eyes see we are still rising
Where rain forms, and thunder gathers
So, too forms a rainbow
Bending down to fall upon our shoulders
That hold our heads up high
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